Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Cartier Xl Trinity Pave 49




Learning to swim

When I was young Mullah Nasrudin Hodja, hero of many folk tales in the Middle East, had a rickety boat that used to take people across the River.
One day his passenger in turn, a very picky teacher, decided, as they crossed, Mullah get tested to see how much he knew.
- Tell me, Nasrudin, what is eight times six? "
- I have no idea, - said the Mullah -.
- How do you spell "magnificence"?
- I do not, - said Mulla -.
- Do not study anything at school?
- No, - replied the Master -.
- In this case, half your life is lost.
Just then, a fierce storm broke (go figure if Mulla had something to do or if the heavens wanted to lend a hand), and the boat began to sink.
- Professor, - said Mulla -. Did you ever learn to swim?
- No, - he said -.
- In this case, your whole life is lost.
in the curriculum insist that we fill our head of concepts instead of helping us to have well structured. Eight times six still account for 48, regardless of where they live. But the concept of magnificence may change if we know that in 1520, when the English arrived in Tenochtitlan, Mexico City, it was ten times larger than any city europea.Ignorar the other half of humanity (women, people indigenous, the hungry, those without access to culture, to disparage those who do not even know that they are people) does not provide the assistance necessary to learn to swim in the turbulent waters of our century.

Friday, June 1, 2007

I Have Oestio Arthritis Can I Claim Dla





POEMA 10 Pablo Neruda

We have lost even this twilight.

No one saw us this afternoon with his hands clasped

while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant hills.

sometimes like a coin lit a piece of sun in my hands.

I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then? Who else? Saying what?

Why all the love I will come suddenly when I am sad

and you feel distant? Fell

book always at twilight,

and rolled like a hurt dog at my feet my cloak.

Always, always you recede through the evenings

toward the twilight erasing statues.